It slowly KILLED me on the table
Hidden in the box.
I tried to move away from the gaze,
To shut it out with locks.
My mental state (is/always/never-[un]) stable
My mind lost in the haze

SHE SPEAKS
DEATH

In ashen forms he pleads to me,
To free her from HER from her cage.
She looks into my bloodshot eyes,
Then silently she screams.
I know not of what she Wants from my confused soul!
All her rambles jingle in the confines of Hardened skull,
But I know no nothing of her intentions, but a goal it has
In mind

SHE FEELS
DEATH

I open up the cursed prison
I pour her grey soil into the wind!
I throw her Yet I feel her?
I am plagued by a sickening emotion
Happiness?!...!
Am I insane ?
Have I delved into the pIt of madness?
I surely hope not,
Yet hoW would you not suffer over the deAd and lost?
After all murder is a siN,
And I indeed commit to the facT
I have killED.

SHE IS
DEATH